[She lets herself get carried away by the mass enthusiasm today, and when the ballroom finally opens its doors -- instead of going in, exploring and exploiting the room for what it's worth -- she's snatching up eggs as well. She's not sure how eggs' expiration date works in this hotel, but if they could stash them it'd be food for a few days, not just breakfast.

Eventually, she'll even try one, unwrapping a tinfoil chocolate eggs. And will you try to guess whose first chocolate experience this probably is?]

Oh my god.

[Third wave. Last time they had newcomers climb those magic stairs, it was Bellamy among them. Now, she has to admit that she's waiting to see someone familiar again.

And waiting for a sugar rush to pass before she returns to the ballroom, to be honest. (Eggsplosion to be had, you know?) But it doesn't means she won't greet or help out someone if they're looking for help.

Or, stopping them from wrecking that reception bell with too many rings.] Don't bother, it's only there for décor.